Chapter 32 I am such a good person!

"No! This punch doesn't count!" Red Tank was almost furious.

"I didn't dodge!" Eric continued to play innocent.

"But, but, I didn't hit!"

Eric rolled his eyes, "You didn't hit me, blame me? It was you who didn't hit me! Come on, there's one more punch, I won't dodge, and I won't open the shield, I'll definitely let you hit me, okay?"

"Really? You're not lying to me?" Silly kids are really easy to coax.

Eric smiled sincerely: "Really, hit me now!"

"Okay!" Red Tank raised his fist for the third time, but his expression was no longer as excited as before, but seemed to be completing a task...

The casserole-sized fist fell down, Eric didn't dodge, and even withdrew the magnetic field shield, but would he really take a punch with his face?

Of course not! Seeing the huge fist approaching, Eric raised his "little fist". The difference from before was that a layer of silver luster shone on Eric's "little fist". It was the vibranium hidden in his cells, which was gathered on his fist.

Eric seemed to feel that this was not enough to satisfy his hatred. Several spikes grew on the joints of his "little fist", which were also made of vibranium...

"Bang!" The two fists intersected, and an invisible shock wave swept across the ice.

Red Tank took a few steps back, baring his teeth and shaking his hands. That punch really hurt him. But it was just painful, not even breaking the skin.

Eric stood there without moving. The kinetic energy from Red Tank was completely absorbed by the vibranium, converted into energy shock and returned to Red Tank. He was just shocked by the energy shock, and he was also not injured at all.

"Okay, the three punches are over, let's sit down and talk." Eric imitated Coulson's smile, trying to make himself look harmless.

"You! You hit me!" Red Tank looked aggrieved.

"Uh, I just changed a part to receive your fist, and you didn't say that I had to use my head, so I used my fist." Eric tried to defend himself: "Look, you hit me, I didn't dodge, right?"

"Yes!" Red Tank nodded in confusion.

"You hit me, I didn't open the shield, right?"

"Yes!" Red Tank nodded in confusion x2.

"You hit me, hit my fist, right?"

"Yes!" Red Tank nodded in confusion x3...

"So, our agreement is over! You hit me three times, now it's time to sit down and talk." Eric smiled and sat cross-legged on the frozen lake.

Red Tank thought about it for a long time, it seemed to be this reason, people asked me to hit, and I hit, although I hit their fist, but I did hit, yes, hit! I won!

Thinking of this, Red Tank sat down happily.

"Marco, can you tell me why you came to Siberia?" Eric saw this stupid kid sitting down, so he asked his doubts.

"I came to save Sammy, bad, where is Sammy?" Red Tank remembered his purpose and stood up with a scream.

"Sammy? Who is Sammy?"

"Sammy is Red Tank's friend, his best friend!" Speaking of friends, Red Tank smiled happily.

This shocked Eric. Red Tank, could he still smile like that? He actually had a friend? It looked like a friend who was truly close to him!

How could this be possible? This guy was just a puppet of Cytorak. His brain was constantly influenced by Cytorak's magic. How could he have positive emotions?

Eric released a small electromagnetic pulse again. This time, the crimson magic in Red Tank's body did not move, and Red Tank calmed down smoothly.

Eric had a lot of experience chatting with Red Tank. Under his guidance, Red Tank told the whole story in bits and pieces.

It turned out that Red Tank really had a friend, a Canadian mutant boy named Sammy Pare. The boy's mutant ability was to survive underwater, and the side effects of the mutation made his body covered with green fish scales, his ears became gills, and his palms became webbed feet...

A good half-grown child just became an ugly fish man.

His parents hated his appearance and often beat and kicked him, and said bad things to him. Little Sammy didn't dare to go out anymore and had to endure it silently.

Until by chance, Little Sammy met Red Tank, who was also often abused by his family in his childhood and immediately became a good friend of Little Sammy.

The two had a happy time, but unfortunately it didn't last long. Sammy was sold to a research institute by his unscrupulous father. Red Tank was furious when he knew about it and tracked him all the way to Siberia.

This is the whole story. As for why Red Tank smashed ice on the river, it was because he got news from the locals that a group of people had captured a lot of children and the submarine left in this place, and then he stupidly smashed ice there for two days, trying to dig out the submarine...

"What is this? Red Tank's version of carving a boat to find a sword? What a stupid child!" Eric wanted to hit the wall when he heard it. This kid is too stupid.

"Come on, follow me from now on. I'll take you to find Sammy!"

"Can you find Sammy?" Red Tank was very surprised and slapped Eric's shoulder with his palm as big as a palm fan. Eric was not careful and almost fell down.

"Don't touch me!" Eric carefully moved one meter away, looked at Red Tank's thick and long arms, and moved another meter.

"Let's make a deal. I'll help you find Sammy, and you'll follow me in the future. How about that?" Eric thought Red Tank would definitely agree immediately, but he looked hesitant.

"Well, I can't follow you. I still have a job."

"What? You have a job?" Eric was shocked again. Is this still Red Tank? Not only does he have friends, but he also has a job now! "What kind of job? Tell me about it."

"The British hired me. It seems to be called the New Excalibur Team. We specialize in doing good things, and Red Tank is a hero!" Red Tank was very proud when talking about his job.

"Puff! Superhero Red Tank..." Eric almost spit out his overnight meal. Is there anything more ridiculous than this? "You joined the New Excalibur Team just to be a hero?"

"No, they pay me a salary." Red Tank shook his huge head and answered stupidly.

"Uh, salary? For money, how much do they give you?"

"Fifty thousand pounds! It's twice as much as their government officials!" Red Tank smiled with satisfaction and was very satisfied with his salary.

"Monthly salary or weekly salary?"

"You are stupid, of course it is annual salary."

The British are really brave to hire Red Tank with an annual salary of 50,000 pounds!

"Okay, I will give you an annual salary of 5 million pounds, and you will follow me in the future. It's a deal. Now let's go save Sammy!" Eric shook his head and stood up. He couldn't believe that it was so easy to trick Red Tank into his hands.

"Not only did I help the idiot find friends, but I also helped him solve the employment problem. I am such a good person!"

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